Cheat Awakening

"Mrs. Rosewell, please tell me which bastard dared to harm you. I will skin him alive! How dare he even think of hurting such a kind and beautiful lady woman like yourself?" Myne, already carried away by emotion, asked angrily while hammering his fist on the ground. He then gripped both of Rosewell's hands, his eyes filled with genuine concern and fury.

Rosewell, who had never received this kind of treatment before, overwhelmed by Myne's concern, didn't know what to say. She wanted to confide in him, to unleash the torrent of negative emotions buried deep within her for years. Yet, seeing his youthful face and fearing he might do something reckless because of her, leading to lifelong regret, she hesitated.

She held Myne in high regard and knew he was married. She didn't want to widow a young girl because of her selfish reasons, even after knowing that there was no hope for her own happiness."

"Mrs. Rosewell, please," Myne pleaded, his voice softening. "I understand it's difficult to trust a stranger, but just believe in me this once. I have more than enough strength to solve your all problems. Or do you truly wish to suffer like this your entire life by a beast? Don't you yearn for a life of happiness?
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Don't you dream of going out, meeting someone you cherish, spending time with them, and at night, becoming one with him, instead of continually living in fear of someone who controls every little thing in your life and unleashes his anger on you whenever he's in a bad mood as if you were nothing but a punching bag to him?

Even if your cowardly husband can't do anything, I'm more than capable of sending a hundred scoundrels like him to hell."

Myne, who already knew why Rosewell hesitated so much, quickly asked. After all, he didn't have much time. Before Sylphy came, he at least wanted to know the name of the villain who dared to beat a beautiful woman right under his nose. How could he tolerate such injustice?

"I... Forget it. This has nothing to do with you. You go back to your little wife and don't poke your nose into other people's business. I am more than old enough to handle my own affairs and don't need a brat like you interfering. You are not the king of this kingdom who needs to solve others' troubles.

Also, take back this unknown potion as well. Who knows what's in it? Maybe you've tampered with it to take advantage of me!" Rosewell, although cursing herself for rejecting his genuine offer of help, and also apologizing to Myne in her mind, forced herself to appear cold and disdainful. She broke free from his hands and handed him the healing potion bottle.

After all, there was no way she would let a kind-hearted cute boy like Myne risk his life for her sake.

"Ms... I see," Myne sighed, his tone shifting from gentle to more forceful. "You've left me no other choice, Rosy. Since you didn't want to accept my help honestly, I have no choice but to resort to other means. Don't you like to be surpassed by others? Let me do it as well," Not only did Myne's tone change, but he even gave Rosewell a nickname.

Then, under her horrified gaze, he uncorked the potion bottle, forcefully pulled her into his embrace, poured all the potion into his own mouth, and sealed his lips over hers.

Rosewell was dumbfounded by Myne's rough but super-effective method of forcing her to drink the potion. Although she wanted to get out of his clutches, Myne had so firmly locked her legs with his and held her arms that no matter how she tried, she could hardly move her body. After a minute of futile resistance, her struggles subsided.

Myne's tongue invaded her mouth along with the healing potion, which instantly took effect. All her injuries and swell marks vanished magically as if they had never existed.

Immersed in Myne's surprisingly magical kiss which made her addicted, Rosewell momentarily forgot about everything else. Her body succumbed to a wave of pleasure. But sadly, it didn't last long, and soon, under her confused gaze, Myne broke the kiss with a playful smile on his face.

"Do you believe in me now? Or should I investigate this entire matter on my own and send that scumbag to hell before you acknowledge my ability to solve your problems?"

Rosewell sighed in defeat. "Fine," She conceded, "But promise me first that if you can't handle him, you'll tell me honestly before taking action and won't do anything reckless. I couldn't bear the responsibility of causing you to lose your life and ruin your entire family.

After all, you have a wife who undoubtedly means more to you than a stranger like me." Under the magical influence of Myne's kiss, Rosewell finally succumbed, she took a deep breath and revealed the entire matter.

"So it was that fatty who beat you? But why did your husband do that? Also, how can you not even be able to deal with your own husband?" Myne, who always got beaten by his wives for his own stupid mistakes which were big enough to give them heart attacks, and raised under the shadow of his terrifyingly strong mother, who also beat his poor father for his mistakes, asked confusedly.

This was probably the first time he realized that there was also such a thing as domestic abuse where a wife gets beaten by her husband. This was a completely new concept for him. After all, having lived his entire life in Lucas Town, a place with its fair share of crime, but were no cases of domestic abuse.

Myne viewed most women, after their marriage, automatically got the title of undisputed leader of the house, so it was normal for Myne to react so strongly.

"Hahaha, you're thinking too highly of me. If I had the power to do so, why would I even marry that fatty? Couldn't I make enough money on my own instead of relying on that kind of person for protection and to feed myself?" Rosewell rolled her eyes as she said that and could only shake her head, thinking that Myne was still too naive.

"But I don't understand why that fatty abuses such a kind, smart, and beautiful wife like you. Is there any reason behind it, or does he just enjoy beating you when he's in a bad mood? Also, from my perspective, you're definitely underestimating yourself. Even if you can't overpower him, surely you could support yourself.

Why rely completely on that slug?" Myne still didn't grasp the full story, and believed Rosewell was holding back due to a lack of self-reliance.

"Sigh, It wasn't like this in the beginning," Rosewell began after a little hesitation. "At first, he treated me quite well. There was no beating, at least. But after a few years of marriage, when I couldn't get pregnant, he started losing his mind. He blamed me for everything and convinced me I had some physical problem preventing me from giving him an heir.

He began ignoring me and spending time with other women, even falling to the point that he brought two women home and committed all kinds of adultery with them right in front of me.

"However, after some time, it was proven that it wasn't me who had the problem but that bastard did. After all, he had slept with more than 10 women for an entire year, but none of them got pregnant. How could they all be the problem? Initially, he refused to believe it. He spent a fortune and went to a famous doctor in the capital for a full checkup.

Only after that famous doctor personally slapped the truth on his face did he believe that he couldn't make any woman pregnant. From that day on, his temper became incredibly violent. He neglected his business, reasoning that without an heir, there was no point in accumulating wealth. He became abusive towards everyone except powerful individuals he couldn't afford to offend.

When he was drunk or extremely angry, I became his punching bag." Rosewell collapsed into Myne's embrace after finishing her story, finally releasing all the fear and pain she'd kept bottled up for so long.

I see. No wonder that fatty's face was as ugly as a pig when he came out of the stable. Sylphy surely said something to him that made him angry. But because he didn't dare to mess with her, he could only vent his anger on Rosy... Should I kill him?

Anyway, a person like him would be better dead than alive, Myne thought while hugging Rosewell's tired body tightly and gently storing her soft and smooth hair. However, suddenly his expression changed, and with a heavy heart, he pushed Rosewell away from himself and stood up from the ground.

"Rosy, listen carefully. I have to leave now. Otherwise, I'll be the one getting beaten next if my wife sees me with you. But don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow evening with full preparation. We'll deal with that fatty once and for all. Until then, please endure a little longer," Myne After saying this, Myne didn't wait for Rosewell's response.

He grabbed her fluffy cheek, gave a hard kiss on her lips, and hurriedly ran away at full speed, leaving a dazed milf behind who stared at his fading figure. Her hand touched her lips in confusion. A smile soon replaced her bewilderment. At least Myne hadn't lied to her. He'd confessed his fear of his wife, increasing her favour towards him tenfold.

A mix of jealousy and amusement played on her face before she shook her head helplessly and walked back home.